Yesterday I saw a ghost. Not a pretend, white sheeted, bad horror movie ghost, but a real ghost. A real ghost is a person who you may have met before, known before, or just walked past once before and out of the blue, without exchanging words, see again.
I was on my 5th round of my block, trying to find parking within a 1 mile radius of my apartment. Living so close to the Dizengoff centre can have its perks in terms of being close to shops, bars, restaurants, and other amenities, but the down side is every other Israeli is also trying to take advantage of the free parking on my street as opposed to paying the 15 shekels to park in the car park. Something that annoys me greatly, and therefore I do not mind the nosey neighbour that checks that I have an area 1 parking sticker before letting me get out of my car… he is doing his neighbours a service… even though he is slightly crazy.
Anyway, as I said, I was on my 5th round, I paused for the pedestrians, and out of the corner of my eye I see the cutest black and white butt waddling down the street… as soon as I saw that butt I new that attached to his leash would be the disappearing freaky flyer that is SD. Thankfully I had already stopped for the pedestrians, as I was frozen in shock! Note that 5 days after I post the blog about him, and the day after Jeru Guru (RIP) asks me what the chances are of his return… there he is, walking down my street!
I know what you are thinking. And no, I did not call after him, or turn my car around to follow him, or do anything that would brand me a psycho stalker, because in case you didn't realise this by now (and I am kinda offended that I have to explain myself) I am too cool to go chasing after some guy. However, I am not too cool to get drunk with a friend and spend the evening fantasising about him suddenly calling me and begging for me back!